A thick fog draped across the edge of the forest amongst a giant mass of trees. Emerging from the mist, my brothers and sisters were stunned to see the faint outline of a skeleton. The white bones were rattling and shaking. Death was headed towards them.
For a moment they were confused, dare I say, horrified! Then they laughed, ran towards me, and tackled me to the ground. I, and my Halloween costume, survived the attack…barely.
I like Halloween because I get to be a little evil. Yes, I said it….EVIL. Not nice, not grateful, not peace, love and happiness but impish. Hee-hee-hee.
This is the one time of year when being bad is good. Where mystery prevails and we all ask – is magic possible? I hope so, I think so, I do believe in magic!
I also love the feeling of being scared by a ghoul or goblin and living through it to see another day.
As an adult, the opportunity to be scared by evil beings is rare. (I’ve learned how to deal with those types.) However, I think it’s my duty to, ever so slightly, scare little trick-or-treaters brave enough to venture on to my porch to ask for a piece of candy.
I don’t have kids but I do have 14 nieces and nephews. Most of them love the thrill Halloween brings especially, if they were a little surprised or scared that year. At the candy chow down, there’s sure to be non-stop chatter about how they escaped or outwitted the monsters.
I’m going to decorate my porch today. It’s time to pull out the spider web, my witch’s pot and the medieval chandelier. I have visions of grandeur but I’m not sure I’ll have the time for the full effect this year. Next year is going to be a doozy.
Here’s my confession: I love to scare people!
Does that make me evil?
It sure is fun.